so....to continue.....Mom and Dad started life with me in a little house on Circle Drive. 1801 Circle Drive. I even remember the layout of it. It's kind of a funny thing with me; I can remember details of my life from when I was 2 and 3 years old, but I can't remember what I did yesterday or what I am supposed to do tomorrow. Go figure. I can remember Mom giving me a bath in the kitchen sink and what an incredible treat it was. Lots and lots of bubbles. I found out later that it was because she was pregnant and just couldn't get down low enough to the bathtub anymore. I remember a little garden back behind the garage that Mom and Dad kept for a while and the clothesline out back that so many diapers hung from and the wind blowing them in the autumn. I remember the smells that came from the little kitchen stove and how I loved being there in that little house with the posts that my Dad made on the front porch. Last time we drove past a few years ago, the posts were still there. I remember so many things about that little house....I can even recall where the telephone was. In these types of houses, they would sometimes build a little cubbie in the hallway for the phone. I remember my mother would talk and bend over it and laugh when she spoke with her friends. I have wondered if her laughter is somehow still drifting around somewhere in that little place....perhaps whoever lives there now hears it, and thinks they're hearing spirits? :) Just a silly thought!
In the front yard was a gentle little slope I called a hill. I would roll down it and then get up and roll down it again. Great fun! I did this over and over again. Years later, when driving by with my mom as a teen, I exclaimed, "They cut the hill down!". Mom laughed, because there had never been "a hill". It had only looked like one to such a little girl.
There was an "incident" that occurred once worth noting, I guess. Bad sentence. I don't care. I got lost. I was only about 2. Mom was getting ready to go up town. I was getting a little cross and impatient. She tried calming me and told me just to wait, she just needed to get me a sweater and put on some lipstick and we would go. That's exactly what she did, but when she was ready with my sweater, I was nowhere to be found....or so they thought. Mom started looking and calling for me, then she checked the back screen and noticed the little latch on it was undone. She was sure I had gone out and wandered away. I guess at that point she was looking behind bushes and asking neighbors if they had seen me, and when she asked one neighbor having trouble keeping the tears at bay, he decided it was time for some action. Everyone got involved looking for a little girl, calling her name, until finally the police were called. Mother was about to lose it, and I think point of reality was just about gone when Mr. Tamplin, on his way out the front door, noticed a little foot slide out from under a chair in the living room. You see, I was very tiny. I had crawled behind a big chair and gone to sleep. No one saw the sleeping child under the chair. Mom said she just sat and held me and I never woke up through all the excitement.
I can even remember the way the lights reflected on the wall at night when the cars would drive by. I didn't like going to bed. Many nights Mom and Dad would sit on the porch and I would hear them talking outside my window. It made me jealous that they could do that and I was not invited. Summer nights were so .... I don't know... somehow, they seemed different then. Maybe because my child's view of the world was so full of wonderment, perhaps. I didn't worry. I was just happy.
I could find a way to go to sleep, however, if the baby, Cathy, dropped her bottle on the floor out of her crib. If I heard it hit, I would find it, and take it to bed myself to finish it off, and fall asleep with it. Cathy kind of destroyed my plans. She took my high chair, too. My cute pink high chair that Mother told me I was suddenly too big for. I remember sitting in it and showing Mom that I STILL fit just FINE. I just couldn't understand why that baby had to take my chair. It was mine. Oh well....I did end up liking her. She turned out to be pretty darn funny and awfully cute to boot.
We moved from the little house when Philip was about a year old or so. We just plain grew out of it, but I never forgot it, and I am so glad that I have retained the memories. The pretty teenage girl across the street, Janice (Ja neece) Tamplin. I had a terrible nightmare about her being flushed down the toilet once when I was about 2. (What is it about toilets that is so scary to little ones?) The two girls next door, Barbara and Donice. Kathy Stephens lived down the street. Her father was my dentist, and I loved him. I think he is the reason I am not afraid to go to the dentist after all the work I've had done....he was so funny, and I thought he was just so cute....I guess I had a huge crush on him.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
When I was four we moved to 404 East Carolanne. Little kid heaven. The Duncans lived just to the east of us and their little boy, Danny was always taking Philip's toys. He drove my mother crazy. I think their mother was kind of a nut from what I remember. On the other side of their house was a field of weeds that we kids loved to play in and it was full of wild blackberries. We learned very quickly what berries were ripe and good to eat.
Not really sure how to begin, as I have never done this before....but I guess you have to start somewhere. I live in Utah, altho I am not from there. I was born in a little town in East Texas in the Piney Woods. Very pretty and a little hilley...humid, hot in the summer; can be cold in winter, with an occassional ice storm every few years, and no one has a clue how to drive in it, so they just close all the schools and businesses and stay home, much to the delight of all the school children! I grew up feeling that life was quite on the simple side. My grandmother Bailey (my mother's mother) lived about 20 miles to the east in a much smaller town...pop of about 1000, I guess, and we would visit her quite often. I loved Sunday dinner at her house. She would cook everything in the place. It wasn't just a beef roast. She also made fried chicken...(no one could fry a chicken like my grandmother), BBQ chicken, a ham, then there would be every kind of bean or pea you could think of ....purple hull, butter bean, new england cream peas, and that's just to name a few.... yellow rice, white rice, hot water corn bread, regurlar corn bread, bisquits....now...I know...I am not thinking of all that was on that table. And she would still say to us...."I hope I made enough". My grandmother never sat at the table to eat. She always stood at the counter, as she said, she didn't think after "all these years of standing" she could "eat sitting down". I loved my grandmother. I still do. I miss her. I miss seeing her sitting on her front porch in her rocking chair, and I miss sleeping with her in her huge bed, and hearing the fan in her window that kept us cool in the summer. She was never cross with me. She would tease me and tell me that I kicked her in the night. I can still smell her lined-dried sheets and hear the train go by on the tracks that were just two or three blocks away. I loved the sound, and when I hear it now, I still can feel my grandmother beside me and smell her sheets just beneath my chin.
I am the oldest of five kids. My pretty mother was the bombshell mom on the street we lived on. I've often wondered if the other moms might have been jealous. They had to have been. Our mom was a knockout! I'm not sure that our mother knew how cute she was, but I do think others did notice. I do know that in school, when we had our open house in class every year, MY mother was the prettiest! NO ifs, ands or buts.....and it wasn't because I was partial....!
She really was! I will still challenge anyone to this!
Cathy was born about 22 months after me and then Philip, 13 mos after Cathy....I know. Poor mother. We were cute little kids tho. Mom said we would all sit in the same chair to watch cartoons. One day we all cried out at the same time because we were upset at something a mouse did to a cat in one of those cartoons. We are still all major cat lovers.